Defari's relationship with hiphop first began in 1982 as a DJ and later evo… Read Full Bio ↴Defari's relationship with hiphop first began in 1982 as a DJ and later evolved into a new phase in 1987 when he began emceeing. 1995 marked Defari's debut on wax in the form of "Big Up", a song produced by E-Swift and featured on Immortal's Next Chapter Compilation. In 1997, Defari teamed with producer-emcee Evidence of Dilated Peoples and dropped two highly regarded singles, "Bionic b/w Change & Switch" and People's Choice b/w Bottom Line on ABB Records. Defari gained notoriety and built a reputation as an artist whose music transcended regional barriers. In May of 1998, Defari signed with Tommy Boy Records. In doing so, he became one of the first participants in the West Coast's Hiphop renaissance to in effect "graduate".

Following the release of his debut album, Defari co-headlined with Xzibit & Phife (A Tribe Called Quest) on The Underdawgs of Hip Hop National Tour in April & May of 1999. He wasn't a newcomer when it came to performing live. Prior to this, he toured the underground circuit for years and received rave review for being one of the most charismatic emcees to hit the stage. His energetic and captivating performances led him to other national & international tours. Rocking a wide range of audiences with some of the major players of the game today. The most current recent N. American tour being the Anger Management Tour where he performed with Xzibit and performed his own material to 20,000 plus crowds each night. Many agree that Defari knows how to bring it like a true seasoned veteran.
It came to the point in 2000 that the fans were not going to be satisfied with just the 12” vinyl available from Defari. With ABB Records’ new initiative into the European markets, they released their first ABB Europe CD: Defari’s “LA Collexion” – a collection of all Defari’s vinyl only singles on ABB Records for the first time on CD. The whole pressing was sold out in France alone within 2 days!
An even more heightened profile in the US came after his featuring on Dr Dre’s “Chronic 2001” album and touring the world on the “Up In Smoke Tour” with Dre & Eminem. With fans around the world screaming for Defari to face them one to one in shows – Defari turned to Nicci Cheeks Management in the UK to formalise a new base for his operations outside of the USA, but this time for Europe.
High Times Records signed Defari for his 2003 sophomore album “Odds & Evens” featuring all the usual Likwit family: Dilated Peoples, Tha Liks (Tash, J-Ro & E-Swift) and the Barbershop MCs. This was an automatic VIP round trip ticket to the Amsterdam Cannabis Cup in 2002 and 2003, where Defari performed to a very packed out Melkweg every year alongside groups including: Tha Liks and De La Soul. The release of his new album coupled with a fantastic video for the single “Spell My Name” gave fuel to fire for his European management. This has resulted in a 300% increase in Defari’s press, radio and TV coverage (including a special feature documentary about Defari on VIVA TV’s “Mixery Raw Deluxe” show during May 2004)… and ultimately his touring capabilities as a solo artist.

Killing Spree
Defari Lyrics

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A different caliber of MC
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree sound boy murder
Unlike anything out of l.a. you ever heard of
Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up
Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up
Loud, mashing down the block suburban style
Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out

Yo, you think that you fucking pro?
On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show
Oh, boy, you're just a bore
But you tell everybody that you're like busta
And you got "rhymes galore"
Ain't that something?
Got the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be fronting
I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh
Go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar
Of yourself, get a hold
Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control
(ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the excuse
You was definitely doper, when no one knew you

[Chorus: x2]
I'm on a killing spree, murder sound boy constantly
Constantly murder wack MC
I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum
Dem pussy-clat boy nah wanna see me

You was stone cold lying by the full wack rhyme writing
If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter,
Boom! you combust, cause you disgust me
Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on three's company
You walk around, mad cause no one's feeling you
Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too
They sing along cause my song bumps
On the mix tapes that you made, yet and still you try to player hate
(What?) you're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate
Lyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is fake
Fraud, manufactures, cheaper than Hyundai
Now you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy
Make up your mind guy, now you're the Mr. get high guy
If you ever step to me you'll think french because you're fucking fried
In the mix of my verbal assault fighting sticks
You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this

[Chorus]

Cat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw
Fell to the floor, that's all she wrote
But I wrote rhymes, that burn every time
On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right
Who's to say these brothers from l.a.
Will take charge like debarge and shine, in a special way?
I say okay, let's get paid
Let's put this money on Putnam and sip Bombays with dis lemonade
Use, Gatorade to refuel
Electrolytes after I ignite this mic too
Yo what's my name? defari herut
By the way since you been asking all these questions
Who the hell are you?
I seen your kind before, no lie
A devil spy, disguised as an ambassador
You can't fool the divine sun rule
Word to blue magic, step right up, and see the like with crew
Hurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line
After the show it's at the towers on sunset and vine
Me and my niggas at the bar sipping henny
Got your bitch open all night, as if her name was denny's

[Chorus: x2]

Overall Meaning

In "Killing Spree," Defari aka Defari Herut, showcases his lyrical prowess and takes a jab at other MCs' lack of skills. He starts his verse by asserting that he's a different caliber of MC and no one in LA matches his level. He even goes on to compare his sound to the infamous O.J. Simpson, saying his beats are so sick that they make him feel guilty of committing first-degree sound boy murder. Defari then continues to diss other MCs for their wack performances and rhymes, calling them out for being phonies and faker than Hyundai manufacturers, and offers sarcastic advice to go back to school and learn concepts and grammar. He warns them that they shouldn't mess with him, or they'll end up getting burned up like fire on block suburban style.

In the chorus, Defari confirms that he's on a killing spree, murdering sound boys constantly, and killing wack MCs at a maximum skill level. He asserts his dominance and warns that no one can handle him on the mic, calling them out as pussy-clat boys who don't want to see him. He ends the song with a verse where he takes shots at another MC who got punched in the face for being out of pocket. He brags about his lyrical abilities and how his rhymes burn every time, calling out wack MCs for their weak performances and lack of skills.

Line by Line Meaning

A different caliber of MC
I am unique and different from other rappers.

This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
This song is explicit and even makes me feel remorseful, like I'm doing something wrong.

Of first degree sound boy murder
I am so good at rapping that it's like I'm committing murder on the sound system.

Unlike anything out of l.a. you ever heard of
My style of rapping is original and unlike anything previously heard from L.A.

Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up
If you mess with me, you'll get burned and regret it.

Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up
My music sounds amazing and is best enjoyed at a high volume.

Loud, mashing down the block suburban style
My music is so loud that it can be heard throughout the entire neighborhood, even in the suburbs.

Eighteen speakers plus kit chromed out
My sound system is impressive with 18 speakers and a chromed out kit.

Yo, you think that you fucking pro?
Do you really think you're a professional rapper?

On the low the other night I caught your wack-ass stage show
I secretly attended your terrible performance the other night.

Oh, boy, you're just a bore
You are dull and uninteresting.

But you tell everybody that you're like busta
You falsely claim to be as talented as Busta Rhymes.

And you got 'rhymes galore'
You brag about having a lot of rhymes, but they're not good.

Ain't that something?
Isn't that ironic?

Got the nerve to call yourself an MC, man you be fronting
You have the audacity to call yourself a rapper, but you're really just pretending.

I don't apologize, oh yeah, and uh
I have no reason to apologize for speaking the truth about your lack of talent.

Go back to school, learn some concepts and grammar
You need to improve your education and learn basic concepts and grammar.

Of yourself, get a hold
Take control of yourself and improve your skills.

Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control
Use a bronchodilator to help regulate your breathing while rapping on stage.

(ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the excuse
I'm laughing because I'm implying that you're using asthma as an excuse for your poor performance.

You was definitely doper, when no one knew you
You used to be better when you were unknown, but now your lack of talent is exposed.

[Chorus: x2]
This is the chorus that repeats twice throughout the song.

I'm on a killing spree, murder sound boy constantly
I'm dominating the rap game and killing other rappers with my talent.

Constantly murder wack MC
I am continually defeating and outshining less talented rappers.

I'm on a killing spree, skill level at maximum
I am at the top of my game and have reached the highest level of skill in rapping.

Dem pussy-clat boy nah wanna see me
Other less talented rappers are intimidated by me and don't want to challenge me.

You was stone cold lying by the full wack rhyme writing
You were blatantly lying by claiming that your rhymes were good when they were actually terrible.

If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter, Boom!
I hate your rhymes so much that I would set them on fire if I could.

you combust, cause you disgust me
You make me so sick that I want to see you burn up in flames.

Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on three's company
You are worse than the least talented characters on the TV show Three's Company.

You walk around, mad cause no one's feeling you
You are upset that nobody likes your music.

Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my lyrics too
You're angry at me because even your fans know the lyrics to my songs.

They sing along cause my song bumps
My music is so good that people can't help but sing along to it.

On the mix tapes that you made, yet and still you try to player hate
You include my music on your mix tapes, but still try to act like you're better than me.

(What?) you're featherweight, weaker than a paper plate
You're very weak and have no real talent, like a flimsy paper plate.

Lyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is fake
Compared to me, your style of rapping is fake and insincere.

Fraud, manufactures, cheaper than Hyundai
You're a fraud and produce fake, low-quality rhymes, like a cheap car brand.

Now you're hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy
You're trying to act tough now, but I know you used to be a geeky, uncool person.

Make up your mind guy, now you're the Mr. get high guy
You keep changing your persona, now you're trying to be the 'stoner' type of rapper.

If you ever step to me you'll think french because you're fucking fried
If you ever try to challenge me, you'll regret it and be 'fried' like fried food.

In the mix of my verbal assault fighting sticks
My rhymes are like weapons in a fight, used to 'assault' other rappers.

You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't handle this
You can't keep up with my rapping skills, so you shouldn't even try to compete with me.

Cat was out of pocket, got socked in his jaw
You were being disrespectful, so somebody punched you in the face.

Fell to the floor, that's all she wrote
You fell down and lost the fight, that's the end of the story.

But I wrote rhymes, that burn every time
I have written strong, impactful rhymes that hit hard every time.

On mad mix shows I got wreck off the mind
My rhymes have been featured on popular mix shows and always get a positive response.

But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
What's the point of rhyming if it doesn't sound good or impressive?

You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn right
You're asking me if a lot of rappers are bad, and my answer is yes, absolutely.

Who's to say these brothers from l.a.
Who knows if these rappers from L.A. are really as good as they claim to be?

Will take charge like debarge and shine, in a special way?
Will these rappers truly stand out and make a unique impact like the DeBarge family did?

I say okay, let's get paid
I'm willing to work hard and make money through my talent.

Let's put this money on Putnam and sip Bombays with dis lemonade
Let's invest this money into Putnam (a company, perhaps) and enjoy some Bombay gin with lemonade.

Use, Gatorade to refuel
Drink Gatorade to replenish your strength and energy.

Electrolytes after I ignite this mic too
I will need electrolytes to replenish my energy after performing so intensely on the microphone.

Yo what's my name? defari herut
My name is Defari Herut (his real name).

By the way since you been asking all these questions
By the way, since you've been asking me so many questions.

Who the hell are you?
Who are you to question me or challenge my talent?

I seen your kind before, no lie
I've seen people like you before, and I'm not impressed.

A devil spy, disguised as an ambassador
You're like a spy or infiltrator, pretending to be something you're not.

You can't fool the divine sun rule
You can't deceive or trick someone with as much talent and skill as me.

Word to blue magic, step right up, and see the like with crew
Referencing a popular song from the group Blue Magic, come see me and my crew in action.

Hurry hurry, get your tickets, stand in line
Hurry up and get your event tickets and stand in line to see us perform.

After the show it's at the towers on sunset and vine
After the performance, we'll be heading to the Towers on Sunset and Vine (a popular spot).

Me and my niggas at the bar sipping henny
Me and my friends will be at the bar, drinking Hennessy.

Got your bitch open all night, as if her name was denny's
Your girlfriend will be very attracted to us, like she's been to a popular restaurant all night long.

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ALAN MAMAN, DUANE JOHNSON, DUANE A. JOHNSON

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